Slow Down ...

In the wise words of those timeless prophets and deep thinkers, Simon and Garfunkel ;)

    “Slow down, you move too fast
    You've got to make the morning last
    Just kickin' down the cobble stones
    Looking for fun and feelin' groovy!”

Apparently there is an entire movement out there, dedicated to slowing things down.  Complete with all kinds of new-age words and terminology, that thankfully I missed out on by living in Thailand.  One would think that slowing down, would not be a problem living in a rice field.  One first arrives, however, suffering the effects of over stimulation from life in the big city.  A place where any petty predilection, piffling penchant, piddling proclivity, and profligate perversion, is presented on the proverbial platter for a paltry pittance, any period, any purpose, any place.  No questions asked.

Once in the village, and in the goodness of time, the world begins to reveal itself, step by step, sensation by sensation.  It is the big things that get your attention at first.  Sunrises and sunsets.  Full moons and star filled, moonless skies.  Storms, with there sounds of thunder, raging winds, raindrops on the roof and water dripping from the eves.  Colors seem more vibrant and green presents with infinite variety, in the fields and forest.  Sky blue, takes on a whole new meaning and clouds appear lifelike.

Familiar sounds of the city are superseded by subtler sounds of dogs, chickens, cows and pigs, of birds, bugs, frogs and streams, of wind through the leaves, and footsteps in the forest.  The air is filled with sights and smells.  The industrious sparrow, the mischievous mynas, the swallows acrobatically skimming the surface of the pond and darting over the rice stalks.

Water birds, more heard than seen, occasionally exploding in frightened flight from their hiding place in the fields.  The elegant and majestic birds of prey, patrolling their domain.  Swarms of dragonflies, mesmerize with their chaotic dance and sheer numbers.  The flicker of the firefly at night, brings forth an inner glow from long forgotten childhood memories.

Walks through the fields and forest are permeated with the aromas of nature.  The smell of rice, flowering plants, trees and grasses.  The musky odor of rotting fruit and decaying vegetation on the forest floor and the pungent bouquet of animals and what they leave behind.  One hears the sounds from without and the sounds from within.  One hears and feels each footstep, each breath, each beat of the heart.  The sun on your back, the wind in your face, sweat dripping from your brow and saturating your clothes. 

Before long you are as one with all that is around you.  Forgotten is the world of schedules, deadlines, office politics, keeping up with the Joneses.  The rush of the city is replaced with the serenity of the natural world.  Yet, somehow the world does not seem slow or dull.  By filtering out the static of city living, life builds to a natural crescendo and somehow feels fuller and richer than what came before.  So by all means, slow down and watch the world around you grow and feel your life enriched.